Blurb:
Lady Annabelle Trask is missing. Unfortunately, MISix doesn’t know if they’re looking for a woman, a cow, or something in between!
Is it real or is it fantasy? That’s the question MISix Agent Mathilda Honoria Spencer struggles with on her latest assignment. Tasked with discovering the whereabouts of Lady Annabelle Trask, Tillie is thrust into the world of Hucows and other human animals. It’s a world that raises serious questions about sexual fetishes, intentional physical enhancements, and even pornography, but in the end, Tillie has only one mission—to rescue and return Lady Annabelle to the Queen. However, as she and her partner, Agent Abdul Ali, attempt to find Lady Annabelle and keep her out of the clutches of terrorists bent on destroying the monarchy, they must also wrestle with their feelings for each other. Can they draw the line between their duty to the Crown and their relationship with one another? Or must they embark on separate paths to continue to serve the Queen?
Excerpt:
Harun stood and hugged his brother. Then he turned to
Tillie. His gaze was steady, but his eyes were cold. “Forgive me if I cannot
give you a similarly warm welcome, but my wife and I have not yet recovered
from the brutal attack on our daughter.”
“Harun.” Marianne Benson spoke softly, but her gaze
was fierce. “I believe Hope and the Agency have settled the matter. You don’t
need to pursue it further.” She turned to Abdul and smiled. “I am pleased to
see you, Abdul.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Though for a while there, the rumor
was that you had gone rogue and were dancing with the devil.”
Abdul laughed. “I may dance with the devil
occasionally, but that does not mean he owns my soul. I am still slaving away
for the Queen.” He smiled at Mari. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”
“Well, it’s hard to ignore a summons from the Queen,
and when your husband has a plane, it is much easier to respond quickly.” Mari
motioned to the chairs at the table. “Please sit. Let’s get down to business.
It was made clear that time was of the essence.”
Everyone sat, and Mari walked over to a control panel
set into a console. She pushed a button, and a whiteboard lit up. “As you know,
after we rescued the people off Flight Eight Seven Zero and The Mars were
prosecuted, Dianna and Anders interviewed them extensively at Guantanamo Bay.
We were able to collect a considerable amount of information on the
organization, its members, and its financing.”
Twelve photos appeared on the screen. “These are the
current members of Marwolaeth I’r Frenhines. Six are incarcerated at
Guantanamo, three have been released, and three are recruits.”
Tillie leaned forward and studied the faces. It always
amazed her how normal terrorists appeared. There was nothing in their faces to
indicate that they were evil. Most were smiling in their photos. However, the
tell was in the eyes. They were stone cold.
Mari pointed at the photos of those recently released.
“These three have been fairly quiet. We could not detect any significant
communication or contact between them and the new members, which makes me think
this may be a new group that merely adopted the name.” She brought up a few
more photos. “These gentlemen are believed to be the financiers of the new
order.”
Tillie studied the group and gasped. “But that’s a
former member of Parliament.”
Harun nodded. “And someone who wishes to dissolve the
Monarchy. Apparently, he has put his money where his mouth is.” Another screen
popped up. A bank statement.
Abdul cleared his throat. “Fifty million pounds?
That’s pretty significant. Has this been verified?”
Harun gazed at Abdul. “I’m afraid so. We have
transfers to the account, bank acknowledgments, and proof the newest members of
The Mars have been drawing on these funds.”
Mari pulled up another screen. “Though we were a
little puzzled by their purchases until now. We thought they had gone into
farming.” She pointed at an invoice. “Everything you need to raise a cow, or in
this case, a human cow.”
Tillie hugged herself and shuddered. “Lady Annabelle
is most certainly in their sights.”
Mari gazed at her husband and nodded. Harun opened a
file he had set in front of him. “Apparently, it is much worse. There were also
several purchases for the care of an infant. Either Lady Annabelle is pregnant,
or they intend to impregnate her.”
Abdul slammed his fist on the table. “Bloody hell. A royal baby? The Queen would move heaven and earth to protect her own blood. What a crafty way to manipulate her for their own purposes. She would be damned no matter how she responded. That could end the monarchy.”
Tillie stood. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
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